AN: Hi I'm SleepingOreoCat, I was digging through old files and found this old unfinished thing so I'm rewriting it and hoping to hare it with you :) Please leave reviews, I'd love to hear your thoughts
The Winter Council of the Gods had commenced.
Twelve almighty beings, as old as Ancient Greece had gathered for the annual Winter Solstice. December 22nd, 1809, England. The Council Chamber was round, the roof was domed, and glass panels flooded the room with heavenly light. Every inch of the walls was covered in ornate gold patterns. Some depicted heroes, most the gods themselves. Each mural showed the triumphs of the Grecian period, the offerings of the people and the generous gods above them. The message was clear, worship us, for you mortals are not like us.
The thrones dotting the room were the most remarkable, however. Each one six-feet high and unique. One seemed to be constructed from living straw, another from brilliant gold and one from molten metal. The gods sat atop them, each as different from each other as mortals are to them. However, unlike King Arthur and his round table, the gods sat here, though in a circle, unequal. Eleven waiting desperately for One to begin. Zeus. King of the Gods, Lord of the Sky. Dressed appropriately, in a top hat and tails and a tragically powdered wig, he stood. "We have some urgent matters to discuss" shaking slightly as he addressed the council. "Greece, our source of power-"
"-Is being plundered by that wretched Ottoman Empire, yes we know father" drawled a rather tipsy Dionysus, who, perhaps quite aptly, looked too much like a homeless tavern drunk.
"We need to drive them out!" bellowed Ares, God of War and charging into situations unprepared.
"Hear, hear!" chorused many among the twelve. It was clear most agreed with Ares, and so, bolstered, he continued.
"Show those infernal Turks they are weak! Blast them out of our land, show them up for challenging us! They disrespect us, pillaging our temples, making slaves of our people. This is not right! Should we stand for such mockery? No! Show them who we are, show them our might, show them our power! DECLARE WAR!" Cheers erupted from the chamber, much to Zeus' disdain as he sharply adjusted his cravat.
"And how do you propose we do that?" It was Athena, Goddess of Strategy and Wisdom who rose to face Ares. Her still demeanour calmed the room, all voices hushed.
"What do you suggest Athena?" Zeus said, his powdered wig in quite a state.
"A full-on frontal assault would be... unwise, sir" She chose her words carefully. "However, we must do something, we cannot last much longer, even you, Zeus."
"Indeed, even the mortals of the country suffer." Apollo, uncertainly. "And besides, this task is not for us to complete"
"Brother" Artemis worried, "surely you don't mean to insinuate."
"Yes, sister, I'm afraid this is the beginning of the Long Prophecy" At these words the council chamber could have only been described as chaos. Shouting was rampant among the chamber, each individual having their own opinion. No one would have wanted to be in that room at that moment, as the arguments ran rampant until dawn, the gods blaming each other for the indecipherable twists and intertwining of fate. Winter Council rules state that no god can harm another, and so their anger must find another release. The ground around them shook, the sky darkened, and the plants withered and died. The gods were not only angry, but afraid.